As moonlight dances with the leaves
I surface among gleaming reeds -
with you nights were a dream so sweet
I never wished to wake.
Silver grasses, golden weeds -
depths you cannot penetrate;
silver grasses, golden weeds
conspire to weave my fate.
As starlight shimmers on the lake
I conjure my beloved's face;
as starlight spins thin spectral lace
my heart grows chill, yet still I wait…
Rusalka Sings
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2004
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